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CHILD’S 4 WAY

SEPTEMBER —- OCTOBER ‘

dedicated to children of all ages

BAHA’I’ YEAR 128

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1. The Birth of the Bab, by Phyllis Hall

2. Ios, the Shepherd Boy, from Star 2: £h§_West, October 1922

4. schools? by Jenabe Fazel, adap— ted from Star of the West, 1922

Riddles __'___'

5. Looking for God's Messengers, puzzle, by Nella Gustafson

6. The Adventures of Tommy the Atom, Part IV, by Lillian Anderson

9. A New Language, from Mahmud’s Diary II, 290. Informal — translation by Marzieh Gail

10. The Stranger, from New Zealand's Children’§_Chaeter

l3. Ye are the leaves of one branch - based on a design by Molly King

14. The Tree, by Marjadene Konishi

16. Making Movies, by Mark Sadan

18. Children's Page, by wendy Suhm

20. The Red Ball, by Rosalyn Lichtblau reprinted from The_child’s way

22. Book Review, by Beverely SpaEH;—_

23. Pictures from Leaves

24. To Live the Life, by 'Abdu'l-Bahaz from The Divine Art 9§_Living, compiled by Mary M. Rabb

25. A Prayer, by 'Abdu'l—Bahé

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CHILD’S WAY

V01. 3, No. 5

Asma' — 'Izzat — Maghjyyat — 'I1m

Names — Might — W111 - Knowledge

Dear Friends of Child's way:

We hope you have enjoyed an exceptionally good summer, and that your activities have been rewarding.

we are very fortunate, in this issue, to have had the collabo- ration of Mrs. Betty DeAraujo, who contributed all the major illustra- tions. we find that they are absolutely delightful (and would also like your comments on them) — and our budget, too, is happy about them. we want, of course, to thank Diane Paquet for all her wonderful work so far. we have enjoyed working with her, and will probably call on her many times in the future, although she no longer lives as close to us as she used to.

we have not been receiving any material that addresses itself to younger Children. Wbuld you like the Magazine to have fewer stories with more illustrations? Or are your older children enjoying it just as it is?

Sincerely,

The Editors

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The Birth of the Bab

by Phyms Han

On October 20, 1819, the Bab, the Hera1d of the birth of this New Age, was born in Shfraz, a city in Persia noted for its ideal c1imate and beautifu] roses.

Before His birth, two wise and learned teachers knew that the Promised One wou1d soon appear. Some of the pe0p1e 1istened and were waiting for Him when he grew 01d enough to declare H1mse1f.

As He grew up, he was noted for great personal beauty, wisdom and charm. He was unfai1ing in His observance of prayers, and His Iife was f111ed with deeds of justice and mercy.

”Bab” means ”Gate”! The Bab was the Gate to a new Kingdom -- the Kingdom of God on earth.

The Bab to1d the peop1e that a11 the promises God's Messengers had made in the past were soon to be fu1fi11ed, that

a new and wonderfu1 era wou1d soon start.

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the Shepherd Boy

Part V

That which the King vaiued in a1] his domains was the Roya] Gardens, which were vast and very beautifu] with trees and fiowers, 1akes and fountains, and where every 1iving thing was safe and protec- ted, for it was forbidden therein to ki11. And 105 so iived in the King's heart, was so ioved and trusted that he made him the guardian and custodian of this Garden of Life and Beauty, which was the highest honor in his Kingdom. Then Ios faithfuiiy guarded his trust.

One day as Ios was waiking in the beautifui Gardens, the King's son, who had been jeaious of him crept steaithiiy up behind him and swiftly shot an arrow from his bow and fied. It pierced the breast of a swan and the red blood fiowed down the pure white breast into the water, and the swan swayed and drooped and died.

Ios stood aghast with grief and horror, gazing at the swan then at the bow iying in the path at his feet. As he stooped to pick it up a gardener approached and accused 105 of kiiiing the swan.

Then the man hastened to the Roya] Presence and toid what Ios had done. The King summoned him and said ”What hast thou done?" Ios bowed his head in siience. ”Speak,” the King commanded, ”Who has siain the swan?” But Ios wouid not speak. The King's heart was breaking and he exciaimed, "Thy siience condemns thee. If thou dost not speak and justify thyseif, I shaii banish thee forever from my

face.” Ios iifted his eyes and iooked iong on the King's face, then

[Page 3]meekiy bowed his head and went out from his presence and went aione into exiie.

Time passed and the Prince's conscience gave him no rest. He saw how his Father grieved for 105, and at 1ast he heard that 105 was dying of a broken heart in his ioneiy hut far away. Smitten with remorse he threw himself at his Father's feet and confessed to having kiiied the swan. The King in great grief sprang up and cried out, "Take me to 105.” And when he came in haste to the hut he found him dying. He rushed to him, clasped him in his arms, kissed his brow, his 1ips, whiie his tears rained on his face. "0h, 105, my servant, my Beioved, thou must not 1eave me; I iove thee, thou hast sacri— ficed thy 1ife for my son.” And Ios, 1ying in his arms, gazing

upon his face exclaimed: ”I die in Paradise upon Thy Breast, my King!”

These stories of 105 were told by transcribed from memory by May Ma No. 7, of October lst, 1922.

'Abdu’l—Baha to Lua Getzinger and xwell in Star 9: the west, Volume 13

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Many of you will be going back to school in September or‘

October. A great Persian Baha'i teacher, JENABE FAZEL, I speaking of the teachings of BAHA’U’LLAH, said this about

schools:

Schoo1s must be fi11ed with 11ght and joy, 1ike Paradise, so that the children may run to them in the morning and be 1oath to 1eave them in the evening. But the chi1dren must a1so go through hard exercise and training so as to be ab1e to meet any emergency in later life. Each chi1d, boy and gir], must learn a profession or trade as we11 as 1iterary and academic subjects... Chi1dren sh0u1d study that for which they are fitted and not waste time in that

for which they are not fitted.

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The Adventures of Tommy The Atom

Continued

Lillian ANDERSON

In our last chapter we found Tommy so very happy in the meadow where the deer and cows came to eat the sweet grass he helped to grow. We left him just as he was picked up by a cow! Let us see what happened next.

Never had Tommy been moved about so much! He was chewed and roiied; then he was churned and tossed. This was surely the busiest piace he had ever known! In the animai kingdom constant motion is the ruie. Here in this warm piace Tommy 1earned there were many organs busiiy doing their work. A11 were in motion at one time or another. With so much going on he was sure there wouid be iots for him to do. He wanted to be busy and helpfui.

Besides the pleasant warmth there was something eise that gave Tommy great comfort. It was a very reguiar thump, thump. Everything seemed to move to this rhythm and Tommy caught on to it right away. A11 his work with the other atoms moved happiiy to this beat. Just as the sun had been so important to his 1ife in the vegetabie kingdom, the reguiar beat of the animai's heart would guide his actions in this

kingdom.

[Page 7]It wasn't meant that Tommy should spend much time here. There was another job waiting for him. He was carried away from the pasture to the farmer's barn that very evening. It was the next morning, when a boy came with a stoo] and pai1,that he had his next experience. WhiTe the boy was miTking the cow, Tommy was squirted right into the paiT! He thought he had found a very nice home in the cow; but here he was, outside

in a paiT of milk!

“I hope I don't get spiTTed on the ground and have to start a1] over again”, thought Tommy. But the boy carried the paiT of miTk, stiTT warm from the cow, to another part of the barn.

There he set it down in front of a very perky animal who sTurped it aTT up in no time at aTT. He heard the boy say: ”You are a TittTe

beauty, aren't you? I'TT take such good care of you; you'TT grow

up to be the finest cow in aTT the county!”

Tommy knew he was to Tive in this pretty can heTping it to grow into a healthy cow. The can was a happy TittTe animaT who jumped about for joy. When she was fed by the boy, she nuzzTed him and raced around her pen to make him Taugh. You couid teTT they were good friends. Tommy caught this excitement. He, too, feTt a new spirit. He was reaTTy fond of both the boy and the can.

Tommy settTed down to do his job. There was so much action because the can was growing fast. The miTk she drank made her Tegs longer and fiTTed her out aTT over. Soon she was eating grain and grass. The boy brought her the very best. He weighed her daily, then curried her unti] her coat was gTossy. He named her Beauty.

Tommy wondered if other caTves had TittTe boys to take care of them.

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Sometimes the man came to see Beauty. He praised the boy. Together they measured her, weighed her and wrote things in a book. They taiked about taking her to the county fair. May be she would win a prize. This made Tommy so proud he couid hardiy wait for the day. After a1], hadn't he been heiping to make her

so healthy and handsome? Tommy wanted Beauty to win a prize.

Tommy was getting much experience and the caif was iooking better every day. When Fair Day arrived, she was led into a truck, the boy riding with her for the long trip to the Fair-Grounds. Because the boy Peter was

with her, Beauty was not afraid. She trusted him. They were given a pen in

which to wait untii time for the judging. There she was washed, combed and brushed. Many peopie waiked by to admire her. Peter was nervous when he 1ed Beauty to the judging ring. But she was very caim herself and did everything the boy wished. They had practiced it many times at home. Tommy was so proud of her. There were other caives being judged, but none was quite as pretty, nor did they behave as we11. When the judging was over and the points were counted, it was on Beauty's ear they placed the Biue Ribbon.

Everyone appiauded. Peter was so happy, his smiiing face giowed.

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To Be Continued.

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a new imamr -’

One night in Paris 'Abdu'1-Bah5 had a dream of Bahé'u'11ah. He dreamed that the Blessed Beauty was speaking in a 1anguage different from a1] the tongues of the earth, and yet a11 about Him cou1d understand the words. And 'Abdu'I—Bahé said to HimseIf: ”How strange! Can this be the universa] 1anguage, and

have the Divine Tab1ets been translated into this new tongue?"

(Mahmud's Diary II, 290. Informa]

translation by Marzieh Ga11)

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From Chi]dren'§_ChaDter, produced by the Chi1d Education Committee of the Baha'is of New Zea1and

This is a portion of a story which is part of an ancient Sumerian manuscript unearthed near Siddi Barrani, in North Africa. I want you to take particular note of this story, as it tells in parable form how

the Messengers of God come to the world from time to time to teach people to live good, useful lives. As soon as I read it, it reminded me of the life of the Bab. May be you will see what I mean. It is entitled

THE STRANGER

Once upon a time, a 1itt1e town stragg1ed a1ong the banks of a swift1y flowing river. It was a c1ean 11tt1e town, f111ed with happy laughing peop1e; for the 1ands around were rich, and nourished by the waters flowing from the mountains a1] the year round. The peop1e worked hard and carried water to their fie1ds and f1ocks as their fathers had done before them.

Then one day the peop1e noticed something strange and frightening. The stream was sma11er. A1ong the banks was a dark 1ine where the water had been. And as the days passed, the river 1eve1 fe11 lower and 1ower unti] there was not enough water for the sheep and cattle, and the f1e1ds and gardens were dry. The

peop1e were worried and afraid.

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WhiTe they taTked and argued as to what to do, a strange youth

of nobTe appearance and unusuaT grace came among them, and spoke with words of great power and beauty. He ton them to Teave their homes and the town by the rapidTy drying river, and to arise and foTTow him across the mountains to a Tand of bounty, fed by the waters of a newTy risen river. The peopTe Tooked at him in amazement. Who was this Youth? Where did He come from? Could they beTieve Him? Some, more Tearned than their feTTows, recaTTed age—on traditions which ton of One Who woqu appear when the stream had ceased to flow, and woqu Tead the people from the darkness of despair unto a Promised Land.

GraduaTTy, in ones and twos, the Youth gathered foTTowers about Him. The dignity of His bearing, the earnestness of His speech, the beauty of His countenance, convinced many that this was indeed the Promised One. He repeated His caTT for a1] to foTTow Him. The way would be rough, the journey Tong, privations many, but to those who believed steadfastly in Him woqu be granted strength, and they woqu drink of the River of Life itself.

The appointed hour arrived, and ere the heat of the day, the Youth and His companions turned their faces to the mountains and climbed away from the town. Many stayed. Some too old and feebTe cTung to the woer they knew; others scorned the sacrifices demanded by the Youth, cTaiming that their own river was sufficient, that it

woqu once more fTow again as it had in the past. But for those

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who remained it was now too Tate. In growing despair they watched the ever shrinking trickle of water and cried aToud for deTiverance.

Meanwhile, the Youth and His companions struggTed onwards over the mountains. The dangers and discomforts of traveTTing began to be feTt. Some grumbTed and compTained, and rose up against Him Who had Ted them from the security of the Tife they had known. He rebuked them as ones of Tittle faith. Some remained steadfast; others turned back to the ways they knew.

But to those who remained was given strength, and soon the Tast ridge was behind them and the Tittle party descended thank— fully into a verdant vaTTey through which fTowed a stream sparkTing in the sunlight. The Youth haTted and gathered the people around Him. ”0 ye who have beTieved! I must shortTy go on a journey. This land I Teave to you in trust. Even as you beTieve in Me wiTT it bear forth the fruits of the earth, and W111 the waters of Tife f10w. Should you forget, and return to your on and carefree ways, the wrath of God wiTT be upon you, and the waters of the stream of Life wiTT shrink and cease, and despair wiTT be upon the face of the Tand. Harken, and be of those who heed.”

So saying, He departed. His peopTe built another town aTong the banks of the river whose waters brought Tife to the viTTage. And they remembered the Youth, and Tived in His ways, and the

Tand was rich and bountifuT as He had promised.

[Page 13]For Young Children

YE ARE THE LEAVES OF ONE BRANCH

HERE IS THE BRANCH. PLEASE ADD THE LEAVES: USE AS MANY

KINDS AND COLORS AS YOU WISH.

Based on a design by Molly King

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THE TREE

Marj adene Konishi

Mike was walking home from school very slowly. Usually he skipped on one foot or else walked with one foot on the curb and the other in the gutter. That was especially fun in the fall when the gutter was full of golden leaves that rattled and flew up at every step to mingle with the ones already whirling in the wind.

Mama didn't like for Mike to do that, though, because it made one foot and sock so dirty; and also, even though they lived in a small town where there wasn't much traffic, she still worried about cars. Mike often wondered how Mama could think of so many things to worry about, especially since so often they seemed to be fun things. But every now and then it really did turn our that he got hurt doing something fun; which made him suspect somewhat uneasily that perhaps sometimes Mama understood things that he didn't!

At any rate, today Mike was plodding along slowly, straight down the middle of the sidewalk, his hands in his pockets, staring downward towards his feet, even frowning a little. He obviously had some kind of very serious problem. Then suddenly his face lighted and he began to walk faster, then to run. He had remembered Grandad. Of course! Why hadn't he thought of Grandad before?

Mama and Daddy knew a lot; but Grandad knew just about everything, it seemed to Mike —— he would go ask Grandad.

Grandad had his own apartment in what had once been the family garage. It now had a big fireplace, a floor-to—ceiling window and a whole wall of books. Grandad had once been a Catholic Priest, before he found out about Baha'u'llah. He knew all about Jesus -— and Mike's problem was about Jesus.

[Page 15]As soon as he reached home, he slammed his books down on the front porch bench, yelled "I'm home, Mom", and raced around to Grandad's "lair", as Grandad called it. He skidded to a screeching stop at Grandad's door —— because Mama had often explained all about "privacy" and ”courtesy", and Mike knew that it was very important always to knock, and then wait for a "Come in".

Just as he raised his hand to knock, the door opened and there stood Grandad. In the afternoon Autumn sun, filtering in patches through the partly orange—leaved and partly bare maple trees beside the garage, Grandad's thick and snowy white hair (a heavy shock of which sometimes fell down over his eyes, especially when he got excited about telling a story!) looked like a misty light around his head. Grandad had a white beard, too, which went up and down when he talked, and always smelled nice because he kept it very clean with perfumed soap, and he didn't smoke.

He was tall and still muscular. He had been a farmer before becoming a priest, and after that he had kept himself strong by Yoga exercises. He was smiling, his blue eyes merry with his own joy at seeing Mike. Altogether, he looked so wonderful that Mike forgot his problem and just stood there staring, lost in happy awe.

Grandad swept him up and tossed him into the air, then carried him inside to one of the big chairs beside the fire (which was crackling away marvelously). He sat down there, Mike on one knee, and looked at him intently. His face became sober, he drew in a long, whistling breath and then said,

"Oh-h—o—o—o ——there's something special today, isn't there?"

Mike slid off Grandad's lap and sat on the footstool facing Grandad, the way they always did when he wanted to discuss something man—to—man. Grandad waited silently.

It was hard to know exactly how to say it; and when the words finally tumbled out they were like water bursting through a dam, in spurts and rushes.

"Grandad, Mama said Baha'is don't celebrate Christmas; and the kids at school say that if you don't celebrate Jesus's birthday, then you aren't a Christian; and if you aren't a Christian then you don't really even believe in God or the Bible because the Bible says that Jesus is God's Son, and the Bible doesn't say anything at all about Baha'u'llah; and so I'm going to go to hell and you and Mama and Daddy and Jennie (Mike's little sister) too; and oh, Grandad, last year we were the only house on the block that didn't have any Christmas tree and Christmas trees are SO pretty how could anything be bad about a Christmas tree; and —— oh Grandad, I'm so all mixed up!"

At this point, Mike's man—to—man talk suddenly collapsed into a little boy struggling desperately to hold back tears and looking up pleadingly at his Grandad for help.

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[Page 16]3 Making Movies il' Mark Sadan

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Did you ever wonder how a movie is made? When I was

your age, I did.

I thought that movies were made only in Hollywood by big, famous, movie directors who sat in bright colored beach chairs and yelled "Lights, action, camera!” Making everything happen. Now that I make movies, I know that's not so. The director is only one person out of many who are very important to make a good movie. There is a cameraman who works the camera, a soundman who records the sound, a lightman who lights inside pictures, and the actors and actresses in front of the camera. There are also movies that you can make all by yourself by drawing pictures and filming them; that is called animation or cartoons, or you can just hold the camera and take the pictures yourself.

Every movie begins in your head. When you have a dream or remember or think of something you'd like to see, that's just like a movie, only it's in your mind, no one else can see it but you.

To make movies all by myself, I had to learn how to use a movie camera, how to put film in it and look through the viewer at what I wanted to be in the movie, then to push a button so that the film could go through the camera and record the picture on the film.

After I make a film, I send it to a laboratory where it is developed, so that I can see the pictures I took. When the film is put on a projector, a light goes through the film and makes the moving picture show up on a screen, so that others can see what I saw when I

took the movie.

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Sometimes I wiII edit a movie - that means I may take out

part of the picture, or I may take some pictures that were at the beginning and put them in the middIe, or perhaps take some pictures that were at the end and put them at the beginning. Editing pictures is Iike pIaying with a toy train: if you take the back caboose and

put it up front, and put the engine in the middie and the other train cars any piace you want, the train is a11 together yet, but just in different order -— and you can do that with movie pictures too.After you cut the fiim apart with scissors, you stick it together again with a speciaI fiIm que caIIed fiIm cement.

Something nice about movies is to to take pictures of someone small then when they grow bigger they can sti11 see how they iooked when they were iittie. It's not reaIIy hard to make movies at home, and if some— one you know weii has a home movie camera, ask them to show you how to make movies, may be they wi11.

I Iike to make movies that make peopie happy. I just made a movie about many young peopIe who are very happy in the Baha'i Faith. The name of that movie is ”It's Just the Beginning“.

If you ever see a teIevision program caIIed Sesame Street, you wiII see some of the other movies I have made, like the 1itt1e fiIms on the farm, the tomatoe, the skin, the tire, fishing, and where the garbage goes.

Making movies is hard work but lots of fun. I hope you have

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Wendy Suhm

Once upon a time, there was a monster who iived in a gooseberry tree. He wasn't particuiariy adapted for iiving in a gooseberry tree since he was tremendousiy big, but oh, how he loved gooseberries!

He would eat them one at a time, ietting each one meit siowiy in his mouth whiie his three clumsy feet were draped over the tree branches and two of his three clumsy hands were hanging on for dear 1ife.

Day in and day out, this monster wouid eat gooseberries. He wouid never tire of such a deiight. He wouid sit in the shade of the leaves and fail asieep chuckiing at the soft sound of a meiting gooseberry.

One day, a stoiid man with a construction worker's helmet on his head was standing near the monster's gooseberry tree. He drew some 1ines on a piece of paper and then walked away. A week later he returned; this time with a pian in mind.

The monster was very annoyed to be awakened by a ioud chopping noise and a shaking tree. Eventuaiiy this feeiing of annoyance turned to terror... Poor Monster -— they were chopping down his tree! Gooseberries

were flying everywhere and the tree was rapidiy faiiing to the ground.

[Page 19]That evening, the man with the he1met peeled the dejected monster

off the fa11en tree. ”Sorry, Monster," he said, "but progress must go on. We have a highway to bui1d.” With that, he put the tree in a

big bIack truck and drove away.

The monster didn't know what to do. His who1e 1ife had been centered around that gooseberry tree and now gooseberry trees were extinct! Only the monster's Iove had sustained this 1ast one.

He was so unhappy that he wanted to craw] in a ho1e and disappear. Well, that's just what the monster did. After many years, the ho1e c1osed up and so you'11 never find a monster or a h01e quite the same.

So every time you draw a circ1e, draw it in honor of the monster

that isn't; of the ho1e that isn't; and be thankfu1 you are,

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Rosalyn Lichtbiau

Waggies was a iovabie, 1itt1e brown puppy. He was so happy to be aiive that he never stopped piaying except to eat and sieep. Can you guess why he was called Naggies?

A kind neighbor gave him a shiny, red bai] to piay with. His mistress, Mrs. Smith, just ieft it on the floor a1] the time because he never grew tired of roiiing it, bouncing it, chewing on it, and bringing it to anyone who wouid throw it for him.

One day a 1ady came with her 1itt1e boy, Jay. He understood about piaying bail better than any grownup! He never grew tired either. The two of them made a reai team!

When Jay left with his mother, Naggies came to the door to see him off. Mrs. Smith said ”goodbye“ and turned around to see Waggies

I sniffing around in a very pecuiiar way. Were was the shiny, red bai]?

Mrs. Smith and Waggies iooked and iooked, but it never turned up. Couid Jay have taken-it by accident?

Severa] days went by and Jay didn't come to ca11. Waggies just drooped around and didn't even want his food. Mrs. Smith bought a ioveiy bail. It had three coiors in a wavy design. But the 1itt1e puppy just sniffed at it and put his head down on his paws. He 1ooked

so mournfu]!

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Mrs. Smith thought many times of caiiing her friend, but she

hadn't seen Jay take the red ba11. It wouid be dreadfu] to say he did and pretty embarrassing for everyone. What to do?

Knock, knock! Someone at the door -— it was Jay! Can you guess what he had in his hand? If you had seen Waggies you wouid be sure! His 1itt1e, 01d tai] neariy wagged him off his feet. It's hard to say which made him happier —— the sight of his friend, Jay, or the shiny, red bail in his hand.

As he jumped and ran around his friend, he barked so that Mrs. Smith could hard1y hear what the boy was saying, but she heard enough to make her smiie.

” ...sorry, Mrs. Smith... hear he was sick... didn't know a dog could care so much... 1ike a person... took the ba11 to piay with...

didn't mean to hurt Naggies... iove him... shouidn't take things...

even from animals... 0h, Waggies! Look how happy he is!“

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BOOK REVIEW

BEVEPELY SPARKS

The Adventures 9f_Huck1eberry Finn, Mark Twain.

Baha'u'11ah to1d mankind to eliminate prejudice

and to 1ove one another. The Adventures 9j_Huck1eberry

fiflg_is a fine exampIe 0f Baha'u'11ah's teachings.

As one reads this great adventure, he w111 find the 1ove, service, and sacrifice Huck over and over again renders to Jim, the “run-away s1ave”.

Chapters sixteen and thirty—one are stirring examp1es of Huck's 1ove for Jim. In these chapters we see Huck torn between convention, chi1dhood training, and his innate 1ove for Jim, which ultimater dominates

Huck's decisions.

[Page 23]P I C T U R E S F R O M L E A V E 3

It's a1ways fun to pick bouquets of beautifuI, mu1tico1ored 1eaves 1n the fa11. You can save some of these 1eaves by pressing them for severa] hours under something f1at and heavy, so that they wi11 dry without cur1ing; then put a 1itt1e que on the back of a 1eaf, and glue it on a sheet of paper or in a notebook. With crayons, draw a face, arms and legs. You can make peop1e, anima1s, or imaginary beings. Give your picture a name — and try, if you can, to write the name of the tree from which the

leaf came.

[Page 24]TO LIVE THE LIFE ’Abdu’LBclNi’ To be no cause of grief to anyone. V

To be kind to a1] peop1e and to 1ove them with a pure spirit.

Shou1d opposition or injury happen to us, to bear :<::;E it, to be as kind as ever we can be, and through all, to ‘

1ove the people. Should ca1amity exist in the greatest

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degree, to rejoice, for these things are the gifts and favors of God.

To be si1ent concerning the fau1ts of others, to pray for them, and help them, through kindness, to corr—

correct theit faults. . T0 100k a1ways at the good and not at the bad. If a

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man has ten good qua1ities and one bad one, 100k at the ten and forget the one. And if a man has ten bad qua1- *

ities and one good one, to look at the one and forget about another, even though that other be our enemy.

To do a11 of our deeds in kindness.

To cut our hearts from ourse1ves and from the wor1d.

the ten. Never to a11ow ourselves to speak one unkind word ?’

To be humb1e. To be servants of each other, and to know that we are less than anyone e1se. ég

To be as one sou1 in many bodies; for the more we 1ove each other, the nearer we sha11 be to God; but to

know that our 1ove, our unity, our obedience must not be by confession, but of rea1ity.

To act with cautiousness and wisdom. To be truthfu]. To be hospitab1e. To be reverent.

To be a cause of healing for every sick one, a com- forter for every sorrowfu1 one, a p1easant water for every thirsty one, a heaven1y table for every hungry one, a star to every horizon, a light for every 1amp, a hera1d to every one who yearns for the Kingdom of God.

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A CHILD’S PRAYER

éALdua-aha

0*unequa11ed LORD! , For this he1p1ess child be a Protector.

For this weak and sinfu1 dne be kind and

L 1*w _ forgiving! é- _ '_ f . wo CREATOR; ' ,r‘~;,\_ ‘ATthough we are but waving~grass -- still \ E T ' we are 0f Thy Garden. , I

I Though we are but young trees,bare of“ TeaveslandLblossoms,still we are of Thy Orchard!

Therefdre, nourish this grass~with'the

l rain-of Thy Bounty.. Refresh and vivify these yeung, i _Tanguishing trees With the breeze of Thy Spiritua1 I Springtime! E - ' ANAKENUS! é . _ . ENLIGHTEN us: SUSTAIN us: GIVE us ETERNAL.LIFE! ACCEPT us INTO THY KINGDOM!